10-14-2017, 10:14 AM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take He has been trying to avoid the actual shore, but the thought of crushing the only thing that the pink girl has to offer seems somehow wrong. So he nods and smiles, following her enthusiastic lead back toward the water. The soft meadow grasses soon change to the tougher stalks of seagrass, and the terrain they cross has no discernible path. Cresting a final dune, the piebald stallion sees the wide expanse of sea spread in front of him, and he pauses. For a year there had been no draw, but during that year he had also avoided the sea entirely. It laps gently at the narrow shoreline, a yellow sand beach littered here and there with pebbles that have not yet been broken down by the endless tide. For a moment Ivar forgets the filly; his attention is entirely on the water. Just as abruptly he looks away – looks north – and there is the distant volcano spewing smoke into the sky. He comes back to himself, all of this in less than a minute, and he looks around for the pink filly. There she is, not far at all. “Have you ever seen a volcano?” He asks her, remembering his own first trip to the sulpherous land. He’d not been much older than the girl. “A stallion named Warrick showed me Tephra’s. A bit too hot for my liking.” A bit too strong-smelling too, but he doesn’t add that. She’ll find that out soon enough. As they’ve talked, they’ve continued moving north, and Ivar knows that this narrow river they’re approaching is the border to Beqanna’s western-most kingdom. “You never told me your name.” Ivar says abruptly, stopping to look down at the once-grey child. “I’ll probably have to introduce you.” He adds, because he’s not entirely sure what she might know of kingdoms and politics. |
@[Rey] I decided to just go ahead and move the thread to Tephra with this reply
